And It makes me sad. The chocolate on my pants. Although I don't know if you can really call it chocolate since it came off of a Snicker's Marathon bar. You know, the healthy bar. At least that's what they say. And I choose to believe them. So today a song came on the radio. It's catchy, electronicky, and the girl's voice is a bit gravilly. I like it. But I already know that my taste in music is not sophisticated. My brother has been telling me that for years. And I'm going off on a rabbit trail ..... what surprised me was that Dammy liked it. And started singing it. And decided he had to figure out what the lyrics really were. So he googled it. And I hear him say, in a horrified voice, "It's sung by Hannah Montana! " ROFL. It must be mocked. Join me in lovingly mocking him. My funny story from the bookstore today ties in with yesterday's post. You know, the gross stuff that makes my stomach take a tumble. A customer came up a...
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